"Stepping-stone?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo was the first to explode.
No matter how composed this veteran of Spirit Hall usually was, he couldn't hold back now. He pointed at Asura God, his face livid.
"Who the hell are you calling a stepping-stone?!"
Snake Lance Douluo was furious too, his teeth grinding together. "Spirit Hall, a sacred hall with a legacy spanning ten thousand years, is nothing more than a tool to pave the way for some green kid, in your eyes?"
"Bastard!"
"Shameless scum!"
Spirit Hall's Titled Douluos cursed him out, each more viciously than the last. They were members of Spirit Hall, and they had spent their lives risking everything for it, sharing its honor and disgrace. Now a God King was announcing to them, in front of everyone, that their home, their hall, their everything had been nothing but a stepping-stone in someone else's script from the very beginning?
Who could stand for that?
Even Chrysanthemum Douluo was unusually serious for once, his face black as the bottom of a pot. "I, Chrysanthemum Douluo, have lived nearly two hundred years, and this is the first time I've ever heard something so disgusting. What did Spirit Hall ever do to you? Why should we be your stepping-stone?"
Qian Renxue was trembling with rage.
She was the current heir of the Qian Family.
Asura God's meaning couldn't have been clearer: from the moment she was born, she had been assigned the role of the loser.
Her talent and hard work were utterly insignificant in that so-called "script."
She was merely there to serve as a foil and help Tang San level up.
Qian Daoliu stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Asura God as he gritted out a few words.
"My granddaughter... Was she the stepping-stone you arranged?"
Asura God ignored him.